New Year's Day we woke up at the condo and I wanted to move. I convinced Tracey and my dad to walk to the Florabama with me. The Florabama is a famous little bar that straddles the Florida/Alabama line. I thought this would entice them to walk in the cold bc their was beer there. I didn't know the distance, but my mom thought it was about 1.3 miles each way.
We started off walking the beach and I was feeling good. I even jogged a few brief spells. My back didn't hurt. My shins didn't burn. I could breathe. It was awesome. I haven't walked very much since April when I did the 5k, and then October when I did the breast cancer walk. My dad had problems though and I was worried about him. His back started hurting him about half way there and I knew he was doubting himself. I knew...because I have felt and been in his shoes. Your lower back is on fire. Your legs hurt. You can't breathe. You just want to sit down and quit.
We all made it to the Florabama though and my mom came and picked him up. Tracey had his beer and we started back. We made it back to the condo and I finished by running up the 10 flights of stairs to the top floor. Tracey took the elevator :)
I never would have wanted to do any of this a year ago, preband. After we got back, my parents had tracked the miles in the car. We walked 3.4 miles! It was a good day and I can't wait to do it again! Here is a picture on the way back. And yes...I know what you are thinking...I DO wear that tshirt every weekend. It's my weekend T okay?